Cheesy end. But what did you expect? _________________________________________________________________________I want to protect everyone but I know that's not going to happen.It's impossible to save everyone.So why do I keep believing that I can?

It's because I'm naive enough to believe in happy endings.That no one deserves to suffer; even if they do deserve it.That everyone is actually innocent if you’d just listen to their entire story & realize that causes & effects/affects don’t seem to end; linking on from another story to the next.

I always wondered why I think this way.Sometimes I'd wish that it would be best to just didn’t care at all so, that I wouldn’t have to feel the pain & sadness of them.

To be selfish.

But mostly,I’m glad that I care.

I can’t describe this feeling of selflessness.I’d say it feels great but, great doesn’t seem to fit in perfectly.Are there no words to describe this feeling?

I’m just one person.I can’t save, help, or protect everyone.I’m just a small petty person.